My Friend the Ghost

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friend who's a ghost he is the most transparent little man we bounce around from pillar to post me and my bosom pal my friend the ghost

He says to me, how about a little chat? Then pretty soon I'm deeply engrossed In a discussion with my friend the ghost He thinks what I think And he drinks what I drink In fact, we're unique in our clique So to speak

We get along like peas in a pot, sounds kinda odd But when I meet a friend, he bounces in and starts playing host Well, look who's standing here, my friend the ghost

The seam is about nine feet tall and a foot wide.

Oh, I'm sorry, Madame. Well, you've got your nerve. He's usually here with some cheer every day. He's sure been a pal since my gal went away. He's usually here with some cheer every day.

You may not see him at first, just quench your thirst. Soon he will be along, don't get me wrong. I don't mean to force, but you can count upon my friend. And I love you.

I'm out.